3rd Round #2
3rd Round #2
Physical education class with Cho-yul, I barely endured the painful time.
Afterward, I ate lunch with Ha-yoon, and the afternoon elective department time approached.
"See you tomorrow, Ha-yoon!"
"Uhm..."
Ha-yoon, who had become like a cat caught in the rain, showed deep affection for me, even though only a day had passed since we met.
'People are so simple-minded, they get swayed by yanderes... Tsk tsk.'
I was incredibly worried. I need to protect and cherish her and keep her safe until graduation.
The Loyalty of the Hymen, regenerating every Hoicha! I plan to repay the blood price with deep friendship.
'...Should I slowly start looking for an opportunity to have sex with Ha-yoon?'
Recalling her chewy pussy, I went to the [Fashion/Design] Department on the 3rd floor of Building B.
As it was Building B, where second-year students resided, there were many seniors passing by. Even though only their tie colors were different, they felt as luscious as ripe fruit.
I wanted to confirm right away if the saying that ripe fruit is delicious was true.
"Hey, hey, isn't she pretty?"
"...Oh, she really is?"
The passing group expressed surprise upon seeing me. As if responding to the compliment about my appearance, I gave the unnis a wink and a finger gun.
"You unnis look delicious too!"
"What? ...Puhahahahaha!"
"Ack, she's a crazy bitch."
The second-year students burst out laughing at the junior's unexpected sex joke.
Actually, it wasn't a joke, but from the listeners' perspective, it seemed they couldn't imagine it was sincere.
'...And I can't even show them this.'
A dragon lives under my skirt. Even the Heugyeomryongs on my right hand would be surprised and run away if they saw my dragon.
Spreading my legs, I walked with confident steps. Before long, I reached the [Fashion/Design] Department located at the end.
Without delay, I pushed the door open.
"..."
As soon as I opened the door, I was speechless.
'What is this factory-like place?'
A vast interior, like four classrooms joined together, workshop machines spaced at regular intervals, and fabrics filling the entire view on the walls.
For me, who had only seen places full of dreams and hope at school until now, I couldn't help but be flustered.
Looking around, the students were already settled in their places as if accustomed to it.
I thought the [Fashion/Design] Department would have students in unique and stylish outfits, but the students had given up on style and were wearing extremely practical clothing.
It was like buying something after seeing the cover, only to find the actor in the video had an ugly face; the sense of betrayal from the past came to mind.
...Since it's the first day, wouldn't they not notice if I ran away? It seemed more beneficial to go to the bathroom and masturbate.
As I was thinking of running away, I saw Shim Chae-a, wearing a mask pulled down, in the distance. She was sitting at a workshop desk, estimating and choosing fabrics.
'...My dick hurts.'
I stopped my plan to run away and walked towards her. I took a spot at the workshop next to her.
Sitting down, I looked around.
Without any instruction or precautions, the atmosphere was one of immediately diving into practical work.
'Is the school curriculum allowed to be like this?'
Lee Ji-yoon didn't know that she had entered the intermediate class, not the beginner class.
While cursing the innocent school, I brought a few expensive-looking fabrics from the wall.
'I can tie knots, at least, so if I somehow sew them together, won't it at least take some shape?'
I cut the fabric to thigh size, folded it in half, and started sewing. I planned to make a lucky pouch as a warm-up.
About 40 minutes passed, and I disposed of the Twisted Nether Pocket (Rare).
I believe choosing the expensive-looking fabric was the cause of failure. I only pulled it a little, but the fabric crumpled wildly along with the thread.
I should avoid materials I don't know.
...Surely they won't ask me to pay for the materials, right?
I glanced around, trying to gauge the atmosphere. There were students drawing patterns, students cutting fabric with scissors, students inserting decorations into shaped clothes, and so on.
Everyone except me was working without problems. I felt like I was the only beginner, and it left a bitter taste in my mouth.
There was no consideration for beginners and no one to teach me, so I felt awkward.
I should just watch instead of messing around. I pushed the materials I brought aside and secretly watched Shim Chae-a.
She had her hair pulled back. Her sharp-looking snake eyes were staring at the fabric.
'...Knife cutting?'
She was cutting the fabric with a sharp-looking Jack Knife. Usually, people cut with machines in the workshop or delicately with scissors, but her skillful cutting with a small pocket knife felt unusual.
I was simply envious of her cool and unique appearance.
'Kukuk... The Heugyeomryong I thought I'd abandoned at 15 is wriggling!'
"..."
Shim Chae-a seemed to notice my gaze belatedly, turned her head and stared at me. She hastily let down her hair that had been pulled back.
She was being overly cautious, even for a classmate.
I felt a little hurt to be treated with suspicion when I hadn't done anything, but since I had nothing to lose, I approached her without hesitation.
"Hi! We're in the same class, but we haven't talked yet, have we? It was awkward because I didn't know anyone in the department, so I'm glad to meet a classmate!"
"...Okay."
"My name is Lee Ji-yoon!"
"Shim Chae-a."
"Chae-a? That's a pretty name, isn't it?"
"..."
"Ahem..."
The atmosphere was awkward. I tried to lighten it somehow, but my over-the-top efforts, due to her weak response, actually made the atmosphere colder.
"...I've never made clothes before, so can I watch from beside you? I won't bother you and will stay quiet."
"...Fine."
"Thanks!"
I expected her to refuse, but surprisingly, she coolly allowed it.
Perhaps because she was wearing a mask, I couldn't discern her emotions. Only her glaring snake eyes seemed to welcome me.
At first, I watched her make clothes, but later, I admired the curvaceous shadows that couldn't be hidden by her thick hoodie.
If they're that big, wouldn't sweat collect under her breasts? If they really did get sweaty, I wanted to suck them with my mouth.
"...Where are you looking?"
"Ah... I was just admiring the design on your hoodie."
I faced her with a brazen expression. She returned to her work with a doubtful expression.
'All the heroines are so wary... How am I supposed to get close to them?'
I wrote my name and phone number on a Post-it note and handed it to Shim Chae-a.
"This is my phone number. If you ever need a model, I'll help you."
"?"
"I'm doing this because I want to get close to you, so don't be too wary."
She stared blankly at the Post-it note. She looked flustered.
I was confident. I had also grown stronger from the Hoicha rewards, and there was no reason to be wary of a student who just made clothes in a back room.
My condition was perfect. My boiling hot blood welcomed me, and worries about the future didn't even exist.
"...Okay, it's good timing, I needed a model with a slender physique. Can you come to Nongdurim Station by subway on the weekend?"
"I can even do it right after school!"
"...Just come on the weekend."
She only said what was necessary, drawing a line. Considering it was our first meeting, it was a natural reaction. Ha-yoon was the unusual one.
The conversation ended.
I blankly watched Shim Chae-a moving busily. She was tearing fabric to expose the pelvis and adding transparent mesh.
It felt like watching a documentary about a master craftsman. While watching Shim Chae-a's work for a long time, she quietly mumbled.
"...Huh? What did you say?"
It was too quiet, so I couldn't hear well.
"...Are you naturally someone with no sense of personal space?"
"A little? If it's making you uncomfortable, should I sit a little further away?"
"..."
I wondered if she was indirectly criticizing me for being tactless, but the atmosphere itself wasn't negative.
"Why did you come here if you don't know how to make clothes? (Why didn't you go to the beginner class?)"
"Uh... that, just because?"
"..."
The other person asking questions is a positive sign. Because having questions is synonymous with having curiosity.
This time, I asked a question in return.
"Are you going to be a fashion designer later?"
"No."
"..."
Her short answer left me speechless. I awkwardly laughed and fiddled with my fingernails.
The first department class ended before I even figured out the department.
* * *
[Economics of the Rich], just by its name, one could say it's the most ambitious among many departments.
In the game, it was a cheat-like department where one could earn a lot of money with simple operations. As it was a mini-game within a miyeonsi, the quality wasn't particularly good.
'...The atmosphere is very different from the game, isn't it?'
A vast space behind the school, although there were various facilities around, the most desolate-looking place among them was the [Economics of the Rich] Department.
Next to the building, small containers were lined up. Seeing the lights on, it seemed to be a space actually in use, not an abandoned facility.
A sense of unease that I might have chosen the wrong department flashed through me. I tried hard to shake off the anxiety and entered the building.
'...Inside, the facilities are surprisingly good, aren't they?'
In the place labeled 'Sinmungo', there were various newspapers by type. Not only in the native language, but foreign newspapers like English and French were also noticeable.
Computer rooms with partitions and office supplies, it felt less like school and more like I had gotten a job.
Murmur... Murmur...
A noisy sound was heard. When there's nowhere to go, going where people are is the right answer.
As I went inside, students who appeared to be classmates filled the space.
I quietly sat in an empty seat in the corner.
'...Is it because Ha-yoon isn't here? I feel somewhat lonely and uneasy.'
Loneliness was one thing, but my dick crying sadly was bothering me.
Since I hadn't had an opportunity yet, I couldn't relieve my surging sexual desire.
I glared at the fresh-faced freshman sitting in front. Perhaps because it was hot, she had unbuttoned her shirt, and her nape was completely exposed, enough to slightly see her back.
*Throb!*
...I considered secretly masturbating while looking at her nape.
It was humiliating that I got an erection just from a mere nape, but my dick was already hard.
A cold hand sliding down my crotch.
"...What are you doing with your hand in your skirt?"
"!!!"
Startled, I turned my head, and saw a dignified beauty with snake eyes sitting next to me.
She was a heroine of Queen Valtz Academy, Kim So-yoon, 177cm tall and full of charisma.
Her clothes weren't a school uniform, but confidently worn designer casual clothes.
"Haha, we're classmates, aren't we?"
"...Since when did we meet for you to talk so casually?"
Her snake eyes stared coldly at me. They were the eyes of a predator one might see in the wild.
...She did look scary. If it were the last Hoicha, I would have immediately lowered my gaze.
"What's with the glaring, you bitch."
"...?"
I don't know why she sat next to me, but I'm no longer someone to be intimidated.
Although her uniquely overbearing aura made my balls shrink, I didn't want to back down from a bitch who glared at me on our first meeting.
Avoiding Im Yu-na alone is already such a pain in the ass!
"Get lost before I punch you in the face."
Kim So-yoon's eyes sharpened. She twisted the corner of her mouth. Feelings of disdain and annoyance were apparent.
...It was only belatedly that I remembered Kim So-yoon was the eldest daughter of a chaebol family.